The First, or maybe the only, or maybe one of the many, or maybe the last

Dear God,
Dear Source,
Dear who all what we are comes from and goes to,

It is awesome to write to you, for the first time, maybe the last. No one knows when it comes. As it does, we see you, we see all. We see all the life, like an pendulum swinging in front of us.

Dear God, today I am the happiest to write to you. As I feel both the physical and mental pain, it is more than anything to feel the love for you.

Dear Source, flow through me, call me by my name, as I do call you by your name source!

Today the sun has risen, and it does not come down until one feels the love for you. Your sun is a sign, a sign of that source you are.

You are light, a huge and infinite collection of lights decided to gather and became you!

Dear God, free me, free me of myself. Free me of my world. Take me out of here, even for a second, even for a moment.

In some games God, there is no way out. Find the way out for us please. I am hardly dying in this desert, give me some eternal water to drink, some to wash myself of the fire of hell I have become.

There is no doubt in my thirst for you, take me out of here love.

I love you God, since you're the source of all love. I love you more than ever, while I'm in pain, maybe more than ever.

I'm never a masochist, but this pain is so sweet cause I feel it's for you.

Bless me God, bless all the ones who picked me up and drove me here. Dear God, ease up my pain, open my eyes to you, it's hard to wait, Dear Source, get me out of here, flow through me, make me fly, fly, fly, fly out of Earth and time, take me to the location where space is nonsense. You know how impatient I am to meet you, please, either give me the wisdom and patience to endure it, or else, get my soul out of this hell hole. God I love you, to the point this hell has become my heaven. Leave me in the heaven of your presence, and never in the hell of your absence.


God I love you, God I love all what you to me, my power, my source, flow through me, flow.

You Lover, Shall I deserve
Your Deserver and server, lover and student of the path
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Sina M